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Her perfumes false as her breasts

in the distance

I can see Satan in the moonlight

and

A holy virgin practicing alchemy 

Deliria strikes at twelve, her mind inside glass

Abraxas smirks with his black tears 

Death sits legs crossed in a satin sanctuary 

Lithium could never cure this ripple

I've stolen the leaves torn from the book of the damned

Now pearl plagues are my only reward